"This is for you to keep, forever."
"Who is it?"
"It's me and Barrett... but I didn't do a very good job on him."
"I think he looks great! And is this Neva?"
"No, I didn't do a good job on that either.... it's nobody."
"Is this Bo?"
"No, it's nothing."
"What about this pet?"
"It's just nothing."
"Well, I think this looks like Barrett, William, Neva, Bo, and Pumpkin."
(Brightening) "Okay."
The other day, Barrett was hollering at me from the bathroom to let me know he had finished pooping. I was carrying Neva on my hip, so she came into the bathroom with me. When I entered, Barrett was sitting on the toilet, leaning all the way forward, with the lid of the toilet down on top of his back.
"I'm a turtle," he announced.
"Wow," I said. "That's very clever. OK buddy, let's get you wiped up."
"No, no," he replied. "I am a turtle. You be the mommy turtle and Neva can be the baby turtle. I'm not Barrett, I'm a turtle."
As I was hurrying to dress William for Sunday church (he having dribbled butter from his toast onto his original Sunday shirt), I urged, "Quickly buddy, let's move faster."
"I'm just trying to go slow like a sloth," he earnestly explained.
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